saturday

i haven't left yet so you still have time to suggest wonderful indoor things to do in chicago- besides museums of course. that's way too easy... and um shopping. bcs i'm doing that too. right now this guy is crunching his doritos. it's enjoyable to him and i can't blame him and yet each bite constitutes nails down the chalkboard for this neurotic obsessive lass, so i'm listening to the radio online which is clearly rad- but this interferes with actually doing my job- which is why i'm taking a moment to talk you. 2 blogs are running around my head right now- one is on sociopaths and the other is what i did last saturday. luckily they don't coincide.

so SATURDAY: i have a quest to do all things leisure and, i was going to say bad weather, but lets face it, here that equals "drizzle", threatened to deride my kayaking adventure. i left a very mopey message on my friends VM something to the effect that i would die and my hopes would be crushed if we didn't go, so she rallied and we went up the 126 which is this remote farm laden strip on the way to Santa Barbara about 2 hours away... stopped at in/out burger, bought pumpkins, and then of course with time running out got lost on the docks and couldn't find the kayak place. i passed it. she didn't ask anyone. we got misinformation and maybe walked over 1/2 mile being complete lost, no cell phone, no watch-wearing idiots. and luckily- and this is the beautiful thing, besides the sea lions and the pelicans and the glorious weather and the harbor and the earth!, is that we didn't get bitchy with each other- she brought up the amazing race and said we'd be losing and i said, yes, and if we were this behind you know this is when we'd start to fight- and so i pushed her and mocked yelling at her. and it both alleviated our stress and made our irritation with our imperfection a moot point. who knew a reality show could turn us around.

of course after all that we were feeling pretty brave and we strayed a little too far out into the ocean- sure they were only like 3-5ft waves but our laughter only belied the fact that we felt we were going to capsize, get eaten by a shark or hit by a boat... we moved closer into the harbor lest our limits were tested by imminant peril, lateness or low blood sugar again.